Word: alert
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Reading the Body. The doctors tell in detail how, given two patients with severe pain over the stomach, they may be able to tell which has a gastric ulcer and which has gall-bladder trouble. The patient with the ulcer is likely to be alert, dark-haired (but with an almost hairless chest), slim, long-jawed (but with delicate facial bones). He is likely to have oblong teeth, long hands, a sharp angle where ribs join the breastbone, "somewhat narrow lips, often down-curving at their angles." The patient with gall-bladder trouble is likely to be phlegmatic, blond...
...study. He was lean, tanned, lazy and alert, disconcerting without meaning to be, commanding without being arrogant, closemouthed, not because he wanted to conceal the truth from Victoria, but because it never occurred to him that she would want to know the plantation's hard life. He had married her two weeks after he met her. When he looked at her his amber-colored eyes warmed at the sight of her silvery beauty. When he saw her amazement at the museumlike rooms, where the antique chairs were like small islands on the ocean of faded carpet, his eyes danced...
...masters, stored in inland safety since Pearl Harbor, began returning to Manhattan museum walls. Bellicose Fiorello LaGuardia, who heretofore had enjoyed an air raid alert as much as a fire, lamely justified the relaxation: "I don't say [Hitler's] not coming over, but I'm sure he cannot come with enough to aim at the pictures and hit the mark...
Cause of the third alert: C (for Charlie) 2, a lone Lancaster bomber, lost in dense clouds, shoved around by tricky winds, arrived after the rest of the R.A.F. had gone home. Untouched, C2 got bombs away, headed for England...
...small, red "alert" sign flashes on movie screens. In smoky, crowded London pubs the beer-drinking, the talk go on. Occasionally an American soldier wanders outdoors to watch the lightning of the guns. Diners at the Savoy barely hear, above the music of Carroll Gibbons' orchestra, the noise of the sirens and the batteries. British night fighters go up, their new searchlights probing the night. Londoners tell each other: "It will be all over in a half-hour." Occasionally, they pay for their calm carelessness with their lives...